There haven’t been any blog posts recently. I realize this. I guess it’s been hard. Hard to process. What to say or share? Constantly surrounded by people, places, opinions, rights, choices, and expectations can make you want to withdraw. Yeah, this I have realized.
God told me my month in Romania would be one of solitude. I thanked Him for this. It’s what I needed. I could tell my heart was growing heavy for the people and stories that I have encountered. There has always been a heart to listen to. I knew that this month, the Lord wanted to hear mine.
I shared my first weekend in Romania with Him. The teams I am staying with wanted to go to the city for a couple days, and I decided to stay back and really set aside time for the Lord. I told my King everything. How I was frustrated with governments, broken for people, tired of seeing all the hurt, not feeling like a difference is being made, concerned about family, disappointed with myself, and just plain hungry for Him to move. He spoke into my heart, things I needed to hear.
How I am just a daughter. That’s right. Just a daughter.
Which is enough.
Enough for Him,
My King.
I am not the one who makes the change, but one has been changed by the embraces of an affectionate King. I am not the one who brings the restorations of cities, but one who walks in it. I can’t move mountains, but my love for Him can. I am not the cure, but He is. I break from carrying these burdens, but He thrives when I give them to Him. I can’t walk through walls of hopelessness, lies, oppression, pride, self-righteousness, but My God runs through them. I am only a vessel. One who is broken, yet held together by a might Spirit makes me complete. He sees me, when I can’t see who I am. I am only a precious daughter. That is something He never forgets, and by His grace, I remember.
